The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon bright. Fallen leaves gather, then scatter again. Crows roost in the cold, then startle and take flight. When will we meet again, and when will we know the joy of our love? This night, this hour, my heart is heavy.
Once you enter the gate of longing, you know the pain of longing. I will miss you always, and remember you always. A brief longing has no end. Had I known how deeply love would bind my heart, I would have rather never met you.
